im' thnakful to have my body bakc. Just in time for Thnaksgivinng.

[ooc: drunk virus today. :( i should stop giving him viruses that make him type like a retard...]

[Ladies and gentlemen of the society of dramatic ducks, you may want to turn your volume down a bit. If it's up loud, Master Maverick may just break your speakers.

The screen is dark at first - plainly, the lens is obscured by something. The microphone, on the other hand...]

- told you it'd work! See, that line's moving and everything!

[A different voice cuts in. Older, long-suffering... and oddly enough, he might be somewhat familiar-sounding to some of you for reasons you can't place. Yuri Lowenthal on the other side of the fourth wall being the biggest one... This second voice is a bit tinny, distant from the microphone.]

Yes, and you're blocking the camera... maybe that's for the best, I mean, who knows who's going to see this?

[Jude's back. And still loud. And oh hey, you can see his face now - not that he's looking at the camera. Rather, he's staring across at somebody. The computer is on a table, plainly, and there's a very, very beat-up fluorescent light fixture visible above Jude's head.]

Yeah, well... I don't, but that doesn't mean bad people are going to, all right?! There are plenty of nice people on the community I joined... maybe you should fix one of these computers up!

[Maybe the other boy in the room would have continued, but there's a tinny feminine shout, and the light fixture wobbles dangerously, as though there's been an impact to the exterior of the building. Jude reaches down and grabs the computer, and the feed cuts out.]

((Mods, I hope that bit of NPC use was okay? I know I should've asked before, but it's one line, so... yeah. Also, Kresnik-mun, I AM SO SORRY THIS DIDN'T GET PUT UP YESTERDAY. orz))

So...I'm gone for a bit and suddenly everyone's crazier then usual. I was starting to miss this place.

Anyone want to fill me in or should I just take it as 'blame the community'?

[the video is just Hannibal's desk. Nothing more until - frump, frump, frump, here's a gray bunny with floppy ears.

Aside from its nose twitching rather quickly, it looks like just another bunny. Then it uses its tiny paw to write out words]

mosyt incionveniutent

iprerferd beingn hyuoungeer

((oc: translation: "most inconvienent. I prefered being younger." aaand remember, he CAN eat you once he's back to normal :3
replies are... whatever you want ^^))

[Terra's voice is...deeper than normal. Still female but...primal somehow. Beast-like.]

There's a human near. ...Why.

[And she shuts the voice recorder off.]

((Hope this is okay, Kyah? ...This is Beauty and the Beast derp style.))

Against my better judgment, I will establish communication on this..."website." Perhaps it will be useful in the long run, as a source of information.

[silence]

Right, I'm Commander Kresnik of Brionac. I will not disclose any information on my missions, but I'll let you know that my Captain only wishes for the best of Filgaia. We can trust in his ideals.

...The targets are on the move, so I'll cut off connection now.

All right, dear Ducks!

I have a question for you.

What do you think would be the worst possible thing that could happen to you?

Purely out of curiosity.

♥

[Yes, it's time for yet another accidental video post! It opens up on a young woman with fire red hair putting the finishing touches on the dark blue kimono she's wearing, featuring flowers painted at the base and right side shoulder.

People who know him can easily tell that this is Kurama still, though of course turning him into a girl doesn't do much towards changing his appearance beyond giving him more of a bust. And he's also apparently acclimated quite well to his new found appearance, as he's humming a little song that sounds similar to one of the more obscure Japanese folk songs as he sweeps his hair into some sort of an updo and inserts a few hair sticks into it.

All in all, he makes a very nice young woman. Something draws his attention to the computer where he sees it filming. He smiles welcomingly at it.]

Hello everyone. [Now there's a difference. His voice has gone up half an octave and settled into a pleasant alto] Seems as though I've finally been affected by this virus. Is anyone else experiencing a late effect as I am? [He laughs softly] I thought I'd take advantage of things while I can and visit a few of my late grandmother's favorite tea houses.

How is everyone else doing? Anyone taking advantage of the situation as I am?

How can one tell if one has been affected by a virus, or if one has not? Some of them are quite subtle. Or, perhaps, it is simply that I have known so many it does not seem to worrent the apparent worry of others.

My sympathies to those who have been affected in a way that is burdensome.

Can someone, perhaps, tell me what in the world is going on? There seems no rime or reason to those affected... Kaito-kun? Hakuba-san? Is there a pattern?

[Teen!Dumbledore looks tired. He's using his wand to clear up a giant mess of splintered wood and shattered items, fixing them and restoring them. A good chunk of his hair looks singed.

When he's done, he looks over at the 'camera'.]

I have a question. Some of you say you knew me when I was much older than this.

Does anyone know...does my sister ever get any better?

[A pause]

And if no one knows, well, does anyone know any good ideas for keeping a thirteen year-old girl entertained when she's cooped up inside?

DramaDramaDuck, although I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, I have a request. Or rather, an offer. Please, hear me out.

For those of you that seem to have forgotten, I am Tieria Erde. Addressing me as either Mr. Erde or Prosecutor Erde is preferable. I know that I am far from popular, but hopefully the incentive I offer will be enough to dispel any preconceptions you may have about me.

I will be frank: I need a bodyguard. Not for myself, but for Mileina. After various recent events, such as being shot at, I have come to the conclusion that our lives are not safe. And hearing about that little girl being kidnapped... it gives me chills.

I. I fear for my daughter's life.

So please, if any of you feel that you are suitable for the task, step up. You will be paid an extremely handsome fee, and I have few conditions. Firstly, I would prefer a woman be the one to take care of her, but I will make exceptions for an otherwise exceptional candidate. Secondly, I will want to interview all candidates in person. And thirdly, I will require references.

That is all.

[Cross is sitting cross legged on the floor- you can't tell where he is, but he is wearing modern yoga clothes with a spanish guitar in his arm. He has a tether on one arm, Tyki's on the other side, but off camera.

Cross looks way too happy that he's tethered to his worst enemy.]

I want to thank that bloke, oh what was his name, Emoticon, for teaching me this one. I had gone through Sweet Caroline, Jump, Stairway to Heaven - but what is it that modern kids are singing these days?

Oh right, Lady Gaga.

[There's an annoyed scowl from off camera that just makes Cross grin even more evilly.


Then he starts singing Bad Romance. Acoustically. Because he's the biggest troll in the Vatican.]


Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!

You hear a girl giggling. She sounds really really amused, even if there's nothing specially funny to laugh at.

But she is still giggling.

Because, oh yes, she found a piano.

And now she started to sing. LOUD. It's not exactly a song for children.

This many viruses is stupid. As long as none of them hit me--

... Damn it.

What's wrong, Miharu~?

She-- nononono

Oh my, are you scared that--

[He hits 'post', and the message sends as is.]

So, tell me, community. With all these old viruses popping up again, how can one tell which post is real, and which is the product of virus-induced chaos? Or is it possible that none of us has escaped unaffected from the various insanities of this place?

[There is a small girl in a purple dress sitting in Leila's room, looking disgruntled and brushing her long, red hair.

Given that this purple dress is in fact Leila's normal outfit, it isn't too hard to figure out what happened. She tugs at her hair irritably.]

I knew there was a reason I cut this short. It's better than being a spider, I suppose, but I think I liked it better when I could actually reach high shelves. Or any shelves.

1. Shiro, my room, now.

2. You just lost the game~

3. Karen, your boobs are concave, Lockon, your head's so far up your ass you're wearing your kidneys for a hat, and whip-lady, you're an old woman!

I'm ba~ack! ♥

[Day one, Joker was a fucking Pokemon. That had sucked, but at least he'd had hands.

Day two, he'd been a goddamned toy dog. That was unacceptable in so many ways.


Today, it's much earlier than his normal wake up time - all this sleep was giving him a normal sleeping schedule. The bed is visible again and the covers shift; then, the littlest blond boy ever groans and forces himself to sit up, looking around blearily.

He's not a morning person, OK?]



((All replies video until otherwise stated; he's only physically regressed.))